Fresh meat is always a special treat. Amy Faye is brand new to our studio and we arent going to waste any time sinking our teeth in. OT has first crack at her. We just hope he leaves some for the rest of us. Amy is a petite, young, beautiful thing. Shes eager to show off her love of bondage and discipline. Whatever OT decides that means, she will happily do, no matter how painful or degrading it may be. Metal bondage isnt exactly what she was expecting. Shes used to the way that rope feels wrapped around her body and the way it holds her. Cold, hard steel is a different matter. There is no warmth and no give. Its solid and unyielding and there is no wiggle room to it. Shell wish there was when the corporal punishment starts. Only the gags keep her from begging for it when OT starts fucking her tight pussy with Mr. Pogo. Its orgasmic intensity beyond anything Amy had ever imagined. The feeling of being completely helpless while something is inside of her sends a wave of pleasure out from her pussy and across her entire body. Her senses are heightened to the point that every touch feels like is going to push her over the edge. And thats exactly how OT likes her.
It must have been a panic attack. I got really upset about things in my life. I had no idea how much worse they could get. The facility they took me to was supposed to provide me with help. Instead OT just helped himself. I don't remember being transported to his special dungeon. I just remember waking up and feeling groggy.
Once I realized what was going on... That I wasn't going to get the help I needed... Rather that I was going to serve the sadistic whims of a madman I did my best to play along. I took his torments. I participated in his horrific sexual experimentations. I let him touch me. I let him put his fat fingers inside my asshole.
I thought I was crazy. I thought I needed help. I guess I was wrong. All I needed was to find the right person to touch me in the right ways.
Genres: Corporal Punishment, Abandonment, Anchor Shackles, Ankle Tie, Ankles tied to Wrists, Ass Caning, Ass Play
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
The old man told me he doesn't trust ot. The shoots are getting shorter. The bondage seems lame and ot doesn't seem to be taking the time to build anything interesting anymore. That's why he hired me. My job was to visit the west coast studio and investigate.
PD never told me that most of the cool gear was at the farm out of Ot's hands. He never mentioned the size of the studio or that there was no real workshop. Ot sure showed me though.
Once my tour of the facility was done ot helped me see just how inventive he was. With what little he had in the studio he was able to get me completely helpless with no trouble at all.
My beautiful blond hair was one of my favorite features. Without it I feel naked. ot took it all from me leaving me a buzzed girl.
Helena pays the ultimate price for partying too hard! Don't get sotted at a party and wander off into someone's wooded property. That's what I did. When I started to wake up the next morning I could feel myself being carried. I thought maybe I was in a car going home from the party. When I felt my neck being locked to the top of a post I started to wake up more. I was on my feet and I was bent over. I thought I knew what he wanted to do with me. It's what all men want from me. I wouldn't have minded a little in and out right then, but that's not what he had planned. His hands roamed over my body. The perv wanted to put his toys inside me. He wanted to spank me and make me cry. I should never have gone to the party.
Paige Pierce finds herself in the clutches of Matt Williams. Like all kinky little sluts before her she's going to take everything he can dish out. The Sybian ride of doom he calls it. She can't escape the thunderous vibration between her legs. She's held in place and the Insex mask makes it impossible for her to see.
Matt is a master at tormenting nipples. Weights tied to strings attached to her nipple piercings are one way to get Paige moaning and crying. The zipper he places over her body is another. The pain and pleasure she feels when the zipper comes off takes her to a place she's only dreamt about.
The two pillars hold Paige in place while Matt expertly canes and whips her. Her body is his to mark as he pleases. Her tears please him more than anything else. For that he rewards her with orgasms.
London River is the typical nagging wife. She sits around the house gossiping on the phone to her friends while ot is hard at work. He does the laundry, cooks, cleans the dishes, vacuums the house, and works a full time job. She does nothing but insult and degrade him. She even cheats on him.
There's only so much a grown man can take. One day he just snaps. What comes next London never would have expected. At first ot wonders if he made the right decision. He regrets hurting his lovely wife, but London can't help mouthing off to him. She just can't help pushing him.
She's going to feel his humiliation, his pain, his sadness. She's going to lose everything before he's done with her. All the while he'll transform himself. Maybe when he's done she'll deserve him. Maybe he'll make her love him as much as he loves her.
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Humilation, Torture, Toys, Domination, Big Tits, Squirt
She is struggling to remain free but the way the rope around her neck connects to the pulley, there is no way Penny Barber can resist the pulling her into her new box. She hates feeling claustrophobic. Between the cage and the hood she knows this is going to be terrifying. She has tears running down her face before she is even locked in. It wouldn't be so bad if she could manipulate the bondage herself but the way her hands are wrapped up she can't get a grip that would allow her any kind of relief. The key is to make being outside of the box much more frightening than being inside. To do this OT employs some serious corporal punishment. Chains keep her bound between two posts while he works his whip across her ass and the backs of her thighs. Flipping it between her legs he lands several sharp blows right across her clit and pussy lips. Even the orgasms are meant to be painful. The pogo between her legs doesn't let her relax at all. As the vibrator makes her weak in the knees and her body begins to slide down the shaft she feels the pressure pushing it further inside of her. There is a bruise forming on her leg from the paddling she is enduring, all the while trying to focus on the feeling between her legs. She wants to cum. The longer she fights it the harder it will be to stay on her feet. How many times can she cum in one day? How much pain can she endure between orgasms? Every time OT rebinds her Penny knows something worse is coming. Every position has its own trials and vulnerabilities. Each one leaves her open to assault from another angle. The punishments, vibrators, and orgasms all get more intense with each new bind.
Bobbi Dylan doesn't really want to escape. She flails about, but it's just a show. What she really wants is for his hands all over her. She wants to feel his whip caress her body. She wants him to lock the collar around her neck so tight it makes her voice change.
When he threatens to cut her nipples off with the giant scissors she just grimaces. Her clothes in tatters around her body. The cute little panties are the last vestige of her modesty. Those two are cut away to reveal a full bush. What do you do with a bush like that? Trim it and make them eat it of course!
When the vibrator is applied to her exposed pussy she writhes uncontrollably. She wanted it so bad yet it's almost too much. OT doesn't care. He mashes her clit and she cums over and over again.
I am used to getting whatever I want. I know I'm beautiful. My eyes, my ass, and my hair are just a few of my best features. Ot took advantage of how long my hair is. He's locked it inside a pipe and attached it to a fitting that is screwed to the ground. I can move around the base, but I really can't go anywhere. He wants to see my body. He orders me to remove my clothes. With the threat of a whipping I hesitantly comply. The bicycle lock he puts around my neck isn't tight, but it's pulled up to the ring above me. My panties are the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed. OT comes in and has me remove my panties. He wants me naked before him. He uses the cattle prod to scare me. I hate that thing. He uses more bicycle locks to tie me into a hogtie. My feet are completely exposed for him to cane. As I scream and cry he casually hurts my poor sensitive feet.